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My name is Angela (also known as Spirit Flame).

I bring a balanced contrast to my High Priest. We are Fire and Water, Yin      and Yang, and God and Goddess.

I am a Third Degree and I stand in the Southern corner. Fiery passion, Love, Compassion, and Strength are my virtues.

 

My choices of focus are stones and crystals.

I follow loose Celtic Traditions, mixed with a smattering of Faery Faith. I         consider myself a Natural Witch who seeks to be one with nature      and draw my strength and power from the energies found in   nature. I love to be outside and enjoy building natural faery lights      and calling the Wee Folk.

 

My idea of the perfect place in the world is a grassy hill in beautiful Ireland.

Some of my hobbies include: horseback riding, camping, hiking, rock  climbing, READING (lots), and any thing considered supernatural ( I  love all things vampire or werewolf related).

 

I am very happily married and have three beautiful children. Most days I     can be found playing ps3, studying for school, or being with my  family and friends.

 

            My Spirit Guide is a Gryphon and  my familiar is my spoiled cat India.

I am a Gemini (May) and always try to be everywhere at once. I'm very       easy-going and love to be around people. I can be very talkative  and try to be the center of attention constantly.

I believe strongly in standing behind one's choice of faith. To those whose   faith is strong, I commend thee.

Blessed Be All, and Merry Part...may you find peace and love always in your life.

 

Spirit Flame

  

 

 

Epona and Cerennos

Black cats and spells.
Trees and fantasy fill my head.
I see a shimmering gown of the brightest silver.
My Goddess watches over me.

 


I see a pair of horns atop a regal head.
My God protects me.
My love for them is overwhelming.
I feel the power touch the surface.
Abruptly, it flows out and goes to the source of my call.
Then all is as before.

  

Spirit Flame's Poetry

 

You're There


I see you, you have no realization
I look from the dark, I spot you
I love watching my victims from afar
To see the brief moments of happiness before I spring
To see the surprise, the anguish, the pain...
Ahhh, the pain, sweet pain...
To let them feel the pain, share the pain...live the pain
I drink from their pain
I live for the pain
T look but not see, To touch but not feel, To live but die
Loving without feeling
Feeling without living
I see you watching, wondering
You live off love, I live off death
I drink of life but give death
You tell me no but your blood screams yes
I feel your pain and suck it in
Life is brief while death is forever...

Fantasies
As the shadows pass over the moon,
I fantasize of the shadows over our love.
I feel the sharp bite of the cold air,
I fantasize of the bite of eternal bliss.
I hear the rush of passing blood,
I fantasize of the rush of the moment.
I taste the metallic adrenaline of fear
I fantasize of the metallic ping of steel.

As I fall to the ground in death,
I fantasize of the fall of being dead.
I feel the wounds began to heal,
I fantasize of the wounds of two tiny scars.
I hear the gasps of wonder and amaze,
I fantasize of the gasps as they die.
I taste the blood of the wrong,
I fantasize of the blood that began my death.

The Knowledge of Oblivion
I feel the blood rushing to my brain
I feel your heartbeat with mine
A mixture of emotions pass through your head
I feel that also
You scream in pain and pleasure
Your screams turn to moans of ecstasy
I enter your body with the sheer use of my mind
I calm, I soothe, I drink...

I sift through forgotten thoughts, unneeded things
I find the pinpoint of desire, of wanton passion
The blood begins to flow
I lap it up readily
You tell me to stop, not to stop, go on
You press more to my teeth, my objects of pain and lust
I calm you with my thoughts of forged love
I lie, I betray, I drink...

I know of every want, every need
I tell you what you need to hear...of love
Love helps ease the worries, the sorrow
I tell you of my love
You believe my words, you want more
You feel breathless, close to death
I begin to talk of death, of pain, endless nights
I want, I kill, I drink...
You Die...

Dance of Death
I spot her across the room,
All eyes are on her, they wonder,
I watch her as she slyly glances around,
She looks at me.

A smile of sweet seduction comes to her lips,
I'm fascinated by her lips, her teeth...
Her eyes are of the softest violet with eerie white,
Her hair is the blackest of ravens, soft as a cloud.

She begins to sway over my way,
I smile at her, my destiny, my love,
She shyly steps to me and speaks slowly,
Her voice floats like raindrops in a stream.

I snap my fingers and all words hush,
Total silence fills the room,
A slow waltz of eeriest rhythm begins,
I pull her to me roughly,
I smile, a smile of death, of darkness.

She laughs and tips her head,
Ever so slightly, so teasingly, lovingly,
I feel the blood lust rising,
Again she softly laughs,
I yank her so she looks into my eyes.

Eyes of blackest blue ringed with white,
Sparks of danger and lust fly,
She allows her sweet smile to slip,
She knows, sees, fears the look,
I hypnotize her with dread and love.

I allow my control to slip and growl low,
She throws her head back,
I take her soul swiftly, sweetly,
She drips into me body and heart,
As I pull back, she falls gracefully and
I walk away to finish my dance.
For Melissa...You know who you are...